Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joyce Sims to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.